Wish Fulfillment

Chapter 1
Wish Fulfillment

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Chapter Description: A short piece about a grandmother wishing to be with her granddaughter for many more years.

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“Wish Fulfillment”

-an AR story by Crash Ichimonji-

The Hanoro family was one of tight bonds that lasted from one generation to the next, staying a strong samurai-descended family for many centuries. That is, until little Ai was born. Ai Hanoro, the firstborn of the last child of the family, was a troublesome girl from the moment she came into the world. Her incessant crying as a child drove her mother and father to the brink of insanity for the first six months she lived at home. It wasn’t until Ai’s grandmother Mimori took her in to live with her that things quieted down. Unlike her son and his wife, Mimori Hanoro was very traditional in her way of living. Her home was a somewhat small Japanese-styled mansion, decorated with art and trinkets alike. She was the kind of woman that lived for the olden days, when everyone in a town knew one another well, and when children rarely broke curfew. Even the way she dressed showed how very old-fashioned the family elder was; her form was always modestly covered in cotton and sometimes even silk kimonos with her chestnut hair in a bun.

“She’s the epitome of Japanese womanhood,” many still said in the modern times of our world. “A beacon for letting us not forget who and what we are,” they would compliment her more. But if there was one thing that Mimori loved more than the ways of long ago, it was her granddaughter Ai. At the age of two, Ai had to be kept on a leash in her parents’ home, with everything bolted down tight.

“She’ll never learn how to behave THAT way,” Mimori would giggle in a matronly way. “A girl who lives in a life of restriction will only want to break the rules more, my dear.”

“But mother,” Ai’s mother would protest. “If we let her and everything loose, she’ll raise hell.”

“Well, of course. The trick is to discipline her when she does those things.”

“Mother, Kensuke and I promised not to spank or slap Ai, no matter how bratty she would be.”

“Oh...” Mimori would sigh. “You and my son are too liberal, too...American. Just let me take care of little Ai for a few weeks back at my home, and I promise you that you will have a much better behaved daughter.”

“I won’t let you beat our daughter, mother,” the inexperience mother scowled at her mother-in-law.

“Beat? A woman never beats a child, not even her own. A small pinch or a quick smack to her bottom is all that you need to show her that what she did was bad.”

“Well...” the mother hesitated. “You promise not to do anything too extreme, mother?”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, my dear,” the grandmother smiled. And so, that summer, rambunctious little Ai went to stay at her grandmother’s grand home in Kyoto. Having to share her futon with her grandmother didn’t upset Ai, but her daily schedules and orderly lifestyles got on her toddler nerves.

“Oba-san,” the black-haired child would whine. “Why we gotta sit in da dojo and do nothin?”

“Shh...” her grandparent smiled. “We’re meditating, Ai.”

“Seems like nothin ta me...”

“You have to stay quiet and keep still when you meditate, or else you can’t clear your mind and soul. Is it so hard to do that?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, try to think about someplace nice. Maybe a meadow with pretty flowers?”

“Like daffodils and sunflowers?”

“Whatever you like, my child.”

“Ok. Then what?”

“Then you breathe in,” the two took a breath. “Then out.” They then exhaled softly.

“Are we done now?”

“No, Ai,” Mimori giggled in a motherly way once more. “We have to do this for a while. Think of it as letting your mind rest up for all the other things we get to do today. Does that sound alright?”

“Ok, oba-san. I’ll twy.” Their meditation went on for an hour each day in the morning, then the two would cook a meal of traditional Japanese eats and dine together. Afterwards, Mimori would take her granddaughter to the grassy field that was her backyard, letting Ai frolic and dance around in the small kimono her grandparent made her wear. After two weeks of traditional living with grandma, Ai began to calm down. In one incident, the young child knocked over a vase that shattered as it hit the wooden floor.

“I’m sowwy, oba-san!” the girl bowed in fear.

“I know you are, Ai,” Mimori sighed as she cleaned up the mess, then approached her grand-progeny. “But because you did something bad, you need to be punished.”

“But-!” In a quick swipe, the elderly woman grabbed her granddaughter and placed her over her knee.

“I’m very sorry that I have to do this to you, Ai. But you’ll thank me someday,” she cooed in the most comforting and reassuring way possible as she pulled up Ai’s little kimono skirt and revealed her cloth-diapered bottom.

-SMACK!- Went the Hanoro matriarch’s hand as it slapped the soft rear of her family’s successor.

“I’m sowwy, oba-san! I won’t be naughty again!” the poor child whimpered as her grandmother placed her back on her feet and hugged her.

“It’s alright, Ai. Shh...” Mimori whispered as she let the girl cry into her kimono’s shoulder. It wasn’t the last time Ai had to be disciplined while she lived with her grandmother for that summer, but with each spanking, the child’s deplorable behavior lessened, until the last two weeks of summer were spent with Ai being a perfect little lady for her grandmother.

As it became August, Ai was sent back to her parents’ home in Tokyo to resume life again. Her parents were astonished at how well-behaved their daughter had become over several weeks in Kyoto, and graciously thanked Mimori. But Ai’s behavior would degrade over the year, until her parents could no longer stand her, and so they sent her back to her grandmother’s home for summer. And each summer, Ai would be a bit less bratty while staying with her grandmother, until it seemed that the only way the now 13 year old Ai would remain good would be if she lived with her grandmother.

Ai’s parents knew what they had to do, they knew that their daughter loved her grandmother even more than them. But they held no grudge. It was their fault for never being strict with their girl, and so when Ai turned 14, her parents gave Mimori Hanoro full custody of the ebony-haired girl.

Ai would see her parents every year during the holidays when they would come and stay at Mimori’s home, and every year, her parents marveled at how lady-like and well-behaved their daughter had become. By the time she was eighteen, Ai had made it into an all-girl college a few hours away from her home in Kyoto, a straight-A student with the manners of a princess. But there was something that had changed over time too. Ai never stopped loving her grandmother, in fact she had grown to love her even more as a parent than her own true parents. Her time in school showed her how unrefined modern men were, leaving her disgusted of the male gender. When she was twenty, Ai lost her virginity to Chiaki Matsumoto, a girl two years her senior at her college. Mimori was the first person Ai told this tale to, but because the young lady wasn’t sure if what she had done was right.

“I’m happy you enjoyed yourself, Ai,” her grandmother, now in her seventies, congratulated Ai over the phone.

?Yeah. I suppose that living with you all these years made me trust women more,’ Ai laughed.

“Well, be sure that you do not get in a relationship that is unhealthy, alright my dear?”

?Sure thing, oba-san.’

Each year after wards, Ai would return to her grandmother’s home during the holidays with her girlfriend Chiaki. Chiaki too was of a more traditional upbringing, and loved Mimori for being so accepting of her. College finished for Ai when she turned twenty-four, gaining her PhD in psychology and living with Chiaki at her apartment. The two lived a good life, and kept in touch with Mimori regularly, but the old woman had grown lonely without her precious granddaughter living by her side anymore. She would find herself crying in her sleep in loneliness, longing for her little Ai, until it was too much for her to take. Then, a phone call came for the elderly lady one day.

“Hello? This is Mimori Hanoro speaking,” she answered.

?Ah, Ms. Mimori. So good to hear from you,’ a young man answered exuberantly.

“May I ask to whom I am speaking with?” the grey-haired woman questioned.

?Well then, I suppose you can call me Kocho. Yes, Kocho will do.’

“Very well, Mr. Kocho. What is it you desire to talk with me about?”

?Why, your granddaughter Ai. You must miss her much I understand.’

“What business do you have with my granddaughter? Is she alright?”

?She’s fine, ma’am. I simply wanted to make you an offer.’

“What sort of offer?”

?Perhaps you would want Ai to live with you for a bit longer? And maybe, perhaps a little bonus as well?’

Mimori stayed silent for a moment.

?Well, are you interested?’

“What do you have in mind that will give me what I want?” the older woman asked hesitantly.

?Well, suppose I told you that I could allow Ai to want to live with you again, for perhaps, say, the rest of her life?’

“I’m listening. What will you do?”

?Well, Ai and Chiaki broke up recently, and she’s on her way to see you as we speak. She should be at your door in an hour or so, give or take a few minutes.’

“My goodness! Poor child...”

?She’s going to need someone to confide in, someone to give her love and care, and who better than her beloved grandmother?’

“You still haven’t answered my question, yet.”

?I’m getting there. Well, I know you’re getting on in years, so, what if I could take a few off for you? You know, give Ai a younger, more energetic grandmother to comfort her.’

“Surely you jest.”

?I jest not. Here, I’ll even give you some proof. Look in a mirror right now. You should notice something different about yourself.’

Following Kocho’s orders, Mimori looked at the mirror she hung by her telephone, only to cry out in shock as she saw that her hair had slightly returned to its original chestnut color and her wrinkled face seemed less aged. Sure, there were still a few bits of grey on her head, but she looked no older than fifty now!

“How...How did...?” she awed at her regression of two decades.

?Let’s just say I’m good with time, my dear. Now, do we have a deal? By the time Ai comes to your home, you should look her age.’

“Yes, please! I’ll gladly take your offer, Mr. Kocho!”

?Thank you so much, Mrs. Mimori. Have fun!’

Hanging up her phone, Mimori Hanoro quickly jogged her way to her room, throwing off her clothes to see the changes slowly take place. Her dilapidated and otherwise sagging breasts had retracted upwards and became less wrinkled. Her fat that she had gained around her hips and thighs soon shrank away as well.

“This calls for a special change in attire!” she cheered in her middle-aged voice as she threw on her old white silk kimono from when she was first married. It was decorated with a lovely rose pattern, and even though it felt tight on her over-the-hill body, a few more minutes of regressing would fix that.

Applying a few bits of make-up, and undoing her hair bun, she looked back at her thirty-six year old self. Her hips now had a sexy curve to them, and her body had lost a good deal of weight from the regression, allowing her silken clothing to feel less restrictive. Even her breasts had grown back to their perky and well-shaped form, accentuating her figure further.

Without thinking about it, a though fired through Mimori’s head.

?What will Ai think when she sees her grandmother is now a sexy and boxum young woman?’ Thoughts of shock and surprise were soon replaced by a new, tingling feeling as she pictured her granddaughter embracing her with a kiss...

“Ah! No!” she shook her head as she tried to wipe away the thought of thinking about her own flesh and blood in an amorous way. But then again...Ai was a beautiful woman, and was no longer dating Chiaki...Perhaps this was what Kocho meant by saying she would live with Ai the rest of her life? As she regressed more and more to her younger self, adjusting her kimono every few minutes to get it to fit right again, the more her thoughts drifted to the taboo of being her granddaughter’s lover, until...

“I’ll do it,” she smiled in her silken twenty-five year old voice. And no sooner had she said this, that Mimori heard a knock on her front door. She giggled impishly as she headed to see her granddaughter.

“Oba-san?” she heard Ai sniff. “It’s me. Sorry for not calling ahead of time, but-”

“It’s alright, my dear,” Mimori cooed as she slid open her door to reveal her youthful self.

“Kya! Who are you?!” Ai yelled in shock.

“Don’t you recognize me, Ai?” Mimori stepped down to face her granddaughter, remembering how much smaller she was at this age than Ai’s generation of women were.

“O...Oba-san?” the black-haired girl gasped. “It...It can’t be! Oh my god, you’re so...young!”

“I know,” she laughed girlishly. “I’m not sure how it happened exactly. I received a call from a man named Kocho. He...” the young grandmother paused. “He told me about you and Chiaki. I’m so sorry, Ai,” Mimori hugged her granddaughter tightly, showing how much she cared.

“Thanks, oba-san...” Ai sniffled as she returned the hug. “I do have to admit, oba-san,” she giggled. “You look absolutely sexy.”

“Why thank you, my child,” the redhead laughed too as she brought her family member inside her home. “Please, make yourself at home, my dear.”

“Of course, oba-san.”

“Oh no,” Mimori grinned. “You don’t need to call me oba-san anymore.”

“That’s right! You look young enough to be my friend...or...” she blushed.

“Or what, Ai?”

“Or...my lover...Sorry!” the granddaughter cried in embarrassment as she held her face with her hands to cover her crimson face.

“Well, it’s very interesting that you should say...’lover’...” the woman of the former generation purred as she brought her beloved grandchild’s face to hers into a deep kiss. When they finally broke, Ai’s breathing had increased and her body felt so hot with passion.

“Oba-...Mimori...” she murred as her grandmother planted soft kisses down her neck and to her upper chest. “We shouldn’t do this...”

“Why not?” Mimori cooed as she gently kneaded the other girl’s larger breasts. “I can’t explain it, but I feel like this is the only way I can make you feel better about your break-up...”

“Mmm...!” Ai moaned as she lifted off her shirt and undid her bra to let the other woman continue her stimulating. “I suppose you’re right, Mimori...! Ooh!”

Mimori suckled her kin’s now erect nipple, letting her own kimono slide down her shoulders and to her back while the two of them dropped to the floor to lie down. While her mouth and hand played with and teased her granddaughter’s bosom, her other hand began to unzip Ai’s pants, and then snake its way to the girl’s slowly soaking panties. With a few caresses, Ai climaxed from her grandmother’s meticulous hands.

“Did you enjoy that, Ai?” Mimori purred as she licked her wet fingers.

“Yeah...” was all the young woman could say in her afterglow. Time passed slowly, until Ai managed to take off the rest of her clothes and crawl to her now younger lover. “Now it’s YOUR turn, Mimori,” she grinned as she undid her grandmother’s outfit until she too was completely naked. Her breasts were now smallish A cups, but Mimori was too horny to tell, and so Ai began rubbing the girl’s snatch, fluids pouring out in response. As she teased her grandmother more and more, she took note of her shrinking form. She looked no older than 16 now, her hair less than shoulder-length and her body quite skinny for her current age. With her body’s hormones at their peak, it didn’t take long for Mimori to come, and incredibly at that. Her body spasmed and squirmed as she peed a long squirt of nectar, her own form shrinking as she collapsed on the floor, panting in her 14 year-old body.

“Mmm...That was so AWESOME...!” she gasped as she suddenly realized how high her voice had gotten. Looking down at herself, she saw two mounds of soft flesh where her proud bosom had been, a lack of any pubic hair, and a far less curvy body. “Ai! What’s happening o me?!” she screamed as she sat up.

13...

“This was my wish to Mr. Kocho, Mimori,” Ai smiled devilishly as she pinned her pint-sized, child of a grandmother to the floor, teasing her with soft kisses to her neck and tiny breast mounds.

12...

“What wish? Ai, what did you wish for?!” Mimori cried as her body shivered with each lick and suckle her granddaughter gave to her small nipples.

11...

“I wanted to live with you for the rest of my life, but since you were old, I knew that wouldn’t be too long,” Ai then nibbled on the flat areolas, making her grand-progenitor mew in wanton lust.

10...

“So you want me to be little?!”

9...

“Not just little, Mimori,” the devious woman purred as she straddled the preteen’s body as she continued to shrink more and more. “You’re going to be my baby.”

8...

7...

6...

“Stop it, Ai!” the child whined in a young voice.

5...

“I don wanna be little!”

4...

“Thtop thith!”

3...

“Ai, I woved you! How can you be tho mean?!”

2...

“No wan be-”

1...

“Gubberfbrd!” the infant squirmed as she continued to shrink further. It was at this point that Ai picked up her regressed infant of a grandmother and began to push her feet first into her now dilating pussy. Between Mimori’s regressing and her vagina’s widening, it didn’t take long before the infant was assimilated into her womb, regressing down to a week-old embryo.

“Sleep tight, oba-san...” Ai giggled as she rubbed her belly.

The End.

 

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